Darling Really can not remember where I left my spine
Carryin' my body in a bag for dimes
Hidden in the pages of the New York Times at home
And maybe I will be better if I take my meds
Ain't a doubleheader if you lose your head
Try the medication that I bought instead
It is workin' for a little, but there is not much left
Darling, do not you weep
There is a place for me
Somewhere we can sleep
See you in your dreams
Ever since a little girl, I found it sweet